Gay Erotic Stories

First Time In Tights, Part 3 I lay on the bed, waiting for my lover to take me. I was slightly propped up with some pillows and looked down at my curled legs; I was wearing white nylon tights, a “poet” shirt and a nylon sash. The white looked even brighter against the blue velvet sheets. I stroked my hand over the sheets, so soft and smooth. I worked out a lot and my legs were taught, and since I was new to being gay (Rick was my first lover), my butt was still tight. I felt my legs and butt, which I had pre-lubed. Sometimes Rick liked to do it, but this evening I got a feeling he really just wanted to get off; I didn't mind. There were candles lit and I had lightly sprayed the room with a sensual, musky spray I had bought. As I waited I thought about Rick. These last weeks were heavenly. I had never had sex with a man before and it was the most passionate, sensuous enjoyment I had ever had. With a woman it was work; with Rick, I had to fight to keep from cumming too soon. The funny thing is, I never realized I was gay. I always had looked at women, never at men. I had a fetish for tights that started with women; I enjoyed seeing their asses and crotches and legs in tights. But then one night at the ballet (I only went to see the women) a male dancer came on in white tights. They were usually black so you couldn't see as much; at least not from where I was sitting. But in the white tights, I would see his bulge and when he turned around, I could see his ass perfectly. I didn't want to look; it felt guilty to look. I thought my date (in whom I had no sexual interest) would catch me looking. But then I let myself look and I noticed my cock swell a little, something that never happened when I looked at the female dancers. My conscience resisted but I imagined touching that dancer's butt and realized I had a full hard-on. A few weeks later I bought a pair of tights. I was too embarrassed to go into a dance shop (don't ask me why, I am young and in good shape - I could have passed for a dancer), so I ordered some by mail order. When they arrived, I opened the box. My hands trembled as I looked at the Capezio package. I opened the box and looked at the black tights. As I put them on, I had an erection, when I hiked the tights over my crotch and butt; a shiver went through my body. I felt ten times more alive dressed in tights than in anything else. For a long time all I did was masturbate in tights. At first I just thought about women, but I had to work to keep a hard-on by looking down at my legs and crotch encased in nylon. Once, while doing that, I imagined sucking a nylon-encased crotch and I almost immediately shot off. I felt guilty for days. I went on a couple of dates with women whom I thought were attractive. While fucking one, I began to go "limp"; I thought of that dancer at the ballet and imagined my dick in that dancer's butt and I shot off. At first, it was only occasional, but my desire for men grew and grew, and I finally went to a dance class purportedly hoping to pick up a woman and satisfy my fetish, but I ended up going home with Rick. I fell in love with him, and the passion he awoke in me made me realize I was living a lie, denying myself the pleasure of sex with men, which I enjoyed far more than with women. He had the same passion about tights as I did. I was inexperienced with gay relationships and he gently guided me along. I was submissive to him, in a way I never could be with a woman, and I loved it. Although it hurt at first, I loved being fucked by him, I loved sucking him off and I loved pleasing him. With women, I just wanted to cum, I found it "work" to get them off. With Rick, it was pleasure. The door opened: there stood my Adonis (corny I know, but he was one, and it was my pet name for him). His chest was bare, revealing his cut pecs and abs. He had sandy blond hair and a boyish face and bright green eyes. But my eyes didn't look there long; I blatantly stared at his crotch, that beautiful bulge encased in nylon, and looked up and gave him a dirty little smile. He walked over to the bed; his strong arms put me in my place as he pulled my arms back over my head and held them with his hand; he started to French kiss me. My legs spread as he sank his crotch against mine. My nylon covered legs wrapped around him. His ass felt wonderful, even when only my leg was against it. I felt so happy as I felt his cock and mine swell as they rubbed together. Both of our tights had special slits in the butt and crotch, so we could fuck and keep our tights on, which we both loved. I had thought about what a fool I was. Even if I had gotten a woman to have sex in tights (they would think it was weird) they would never love and enjoy it as Rick did. He firmly took me by the shoulders and looked at me, a little meanly, and said: "I've been gentle with you these past weeks, but now I am going to fuck your brains out.” I quivered with the thought. He reached down and took his swollen cock out. It was huge. The idea of his cock in me turned me on. He was going to go inside me, but I am a fiend for that cock, and I slid under him and sucked. This sensual feeling was aroused in me as I sucked; I realized I needed cock. He enjoyed it, then he realized it was time to show who was in charge and he shoved me back down on the bed. He first probed his cock along my legs and then my crotch and ass, and then suddenly thrust it up by butt. I shivered with desire. He firmly held me down and began to slam into me. He pulled out and reached over to the bed and grabbed the leather belt on the nightstand. I had spanked him once with it, but since I wasn't into S&M he never used it on me. He lifted by legs up and smacked the belt against by butt. It hurt, but I was surprised that I liked it. He did again, and again, and I moaned with agony and pleasure. Finally he stopped, and my ass was hot and throbbing and he again put that beautiful cock in me. This time he was gentle, and I lay there as he slowly fucked me. I grabbed his butt with both of my hands as we rocked in pleasure. I glided my hands and fingers over his tight, nylon-encased butt, sometime fingering in-between the cheeks. I could lay there for hours, with his cock in me and my hands on his butt. He exited me and his head sunk down to my crotch. He pulled down my tights and began to suck me off. He rarely gave me blowjobs, but when he did it was heavenly. I was about to shoot off when he stopped and started to fuck me again. I again grabbed his ass and we got in rhythm again, and this time he jacked me through my tights. I felt a surge as I shot off in my tights. He stopped fucking me and sucked the cum through my tights, and then thrust his cock in my ass again and shot off. He collapsed on me and we kissed deeply and passionately. He lay there and he whispered, " I didn't hurt you too bad, did I honey?" I snuggled into his shoulder and kissed his chest. "I don't want to do that all the time, but once in a while isn't bad." We started to kiss again. Funny, after sex with a woman, I just wanted to leave, but I looked down at his cock and got turned on again. I went down and started to suck. We worked into a 69 and he started to suck me off. It was harder, since we just had come, but after twenty minutes of sucking (with occasional breaks to run my lips along his nylon-covered ass) we both shot off again. Exhausted, we drifted into a peaceful sleep.